Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Djibouti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Maleditus Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Flipper,
Scientists,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.